Rolling balls on a billiard table
Every person has their own desires and attachments; some have unusual hobbies like collecting matchbox labels, others adore playing cards—some for fun, and others not just for fun but for money, wanting to support their poor student's personal budget, like the most famous student in this regard—our former president Kuchma, who himself talked about it in an interview.
But clearly wanting to emphasize his analytical abilities—he won a tidy sum of money and married the unattractive daughter of the regional party committee secretary just in time, becoming, with the help of his father-in-law's firm hand, the party committee secretary of the "Yuzhmash" plant,
which produced the best rockets of that time, called "Satan" by our overseas friends' indexing. Well, that's by the way, but generally all people have their passions and desires, for example, my neighbor one floor below, a very "well-off" man, he simply adores billiards and is in complete delight, ready to chase balls on the green felt of an expensive table for hours.But since the lovely lady doesn't particularly object and only feels slightly shy, the man needs to be more confident and persistent—I abruptly grabbed the hem of her dress and just as abruptly pushed it upward. Well, as the song from years past goes: "Higher and higher and higher, we strive our flight..." and here not only did the dress start striving higher, but my "old friend" in my pants sharply started striving higher from the sight of the half-naked, appetizing lady, inflating my pants with a bulge, to the point of embarrassment in front of this classy woman.
She, of course, for decency's sake, gasped and sighed a bit, but didn't really cover herself from me, and I even enthusiastically praised her simply "delicious" figure, which the woman clearly liked, and she herself stepped forward and suddenly seemed to stagger-slip on her heels, luckily and firmly pressed her classy breasts against me and, seemingly accidentally but very precisely, placed her hand on the bulge in my pants and even slightly squeezed my "eagle," which swelled a bit more from the outrageously sweet caress of her tender fingers. What a cunning woman—I'm already her captive!
— Wow! — Olga exclaimed excitedly in a loud whisper.
— Not "wow!", dear girl, but the key to the temple, — I replied with a phrase from a joke, we laughed, and the light wall of alienation between us immediately melted away.
But since she doesn't remove her nimble fingers from my "friend," then after a few seconds, picking up the half-naked Olga in my arms, I carried her to her son's room, who is currently fulfilling army standards, and I myself, as if surpassing all those standards, stripped naked, encouraged by the loud whisper of the excited woman.
I wanted to lie a bit longer, in the bliss of pleasure, on the gorgeous body of my neighbor and get up, but she decided otherwise—while her husband chases balls on the billiard table, she can with pleasure chase my "balls," as she joked, and tastier and larger than billiard ones. And Olga began tenderly but very skillfully and persistently exciting with her gentle, hot fingers my, as she later joked, loudly laughing—large "coki-naki," paraphrasing the surname of a famous test pilot from the past, who managed throughout the entire war never to be at the front. His nation, though, is just that cunning!
Unbelievable, even in my youth I very, very rarely had such passionate sex with my, let's be objective—numerous girlfriends. And such passionate girls were very rarely encountered! It's incredible, but when I finally came, and with great difficulty, for the third time in a row, aroused by her very skillful hands, Olya definitely came twice in this "round," tightly squeezing me with her strong legs and sweetly moaning throughout the apartment.
When after a shower, washing off our "sweat of labor," as she joked, we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee, by the way—quite excellent coffee, she constantly smiled, joked, and laughed, and what a happy face she had! After all, a woman needs not just sex, but attention, affection, and excellent sex, so Olya, sweetly kissing me at the door, persistently asked me to drop by every Tuesday, and preferably without underwear, as she joked again, infectiously laughing. And maybe even one of her friends will drop by then—chubby Katyusha or beauty Lena Risanova.
— Oh, how your eyes lit up, all men are libertines and completely polygamous, — Olga laughs again.
Everything was simply magnificent, but once we almost got caught—Olga's husband suddenly returned, for money, having lost some large sum in his balls. That's how it is, billiards is such a thing! And what should I do in this situation? Well, women are completely more cunning than us—simple, modest, and straightforward men. Olya, who was just lying under me, jumped up in one second, deftly pulled her dress right onto her naked body and, dragging her husband from the door to the kitchen, shoved a trash bag into his hands, simultaneously scolding him a bit for losing on the green felt and instructing—finally take out the trash, at least some use from you in the house will be.
And she herself went to get money from the home stash—debts and lost money need to be returned on time! And a minute after he left, she deftly raised my frightened "fighter" with her magical tongue, then no less deftly mounted me in the style of a girlfriend. Well, and after that we drank her wonderful coffee. At the door, having received a sweet kiss "for the road," I was about to leave, but the very fact that Olya under her dress was completely naked strongly aroused me—in a couple of seconds this seductive lady was in a doggy-style position right on the rug in the hallway and, sweetly moaning, scolded me, because soon her husband might return. So, without finishing, I had to quickly retreat. And Olya, of course, managed to come, that's why she started seeing me off! How cunning they are, all our women!
At home, I also initially ended up without sex, although I really wanted to finish the "process" in a calm home setting—my Lilia right on the threshold shoved a full trash bag into my hands and sent me to urgently throw it out, saying, at least some use from me will be. And instructed, come on, go quickly, and I'll now heat up excellent tasty treats for dinner, you'll be pleased. But first, wanting to bring the started "business" to an end, I rather cheekily put my Lilia in the position in which Olya had just been sweetly moaning and now, in a calmer setting, finished this important matter and came excellently, inserting my "eagle" between the lush buttocks of my beauty. The tight hole of my darling's classy ass surprisingly easily accepted me, as if someone had worked it out before me.
Having come excellently and with delight, I went to the shower, but under the tight streams of hot water I suddenly remembered—when I entered, the sun on the kitchen threshold shone through my Lilia and it definitely seemed to me that she was completely naked under her robe. And exactly, when in the heat of the moment I abruptly put her "doggy-style" and pulled up the robe, Lilia had no panties on. And her ass today so easily let me into its usually tight hole... Vague suspicions crept into my soul, but I chased them away—no need to get nervous, nerve cells work without recovery! Everything is fine, because nature abhors a vacuum, if it was, so to speak, empty for my beloved, then someone could "help" her, filling the thirsty womb on a safe day or on a regular day the classy ass of my Lilia with their hot male essence. And in general, giving a man in time is very beneficial for a woman's health! Exactly in time—if the body demands it!
Here's my colleague Kostya, living in the fourth entrance—set up an excellent large shed in the basement, placed a classy wide sofa in the corner, laid a mattress, made a table, wallpapered the walls, brought wine-vodka and started inviting neighbors to "see" his mansion. And got so carried away, forgetting that nature abhors a vacuum, that one fine day, namely on Saturday, coming out of his basement with a very satisfied "viewer" neighbor Tanya, he clearly saw his wife coming out of the neighboring basement in a crumpled dress and also with a very satisfied expression on her beautiful face. Everything is mutual!
But now I've noticed an interesting pattern—as soon as Olga tells me again that her husband has lost at billiards again, then at our home appears—either a new beautiful nightlight, so adored by my wife, or a digital set-top box for the TV and she watches her series in excellent quality. And recently, even—we now have a router and my wife and I don't have to fight over who connects their laptop first. So here too everything is completely mutual! And I'm simply glad about it!
It's just that the expression on my neighbor's face constantly really bothers me—it's exactly like a cat who accidentally found a bowl of sour cream!